all the verses I want to writebut your fearless lips are drowning me, slowly - nice...love that section with your poem....very real fears as well grace...often the dreams or nightmares of something happening to my kids has to do with them falling....drowning would be such a terrible way to go to...oy...all too real...

to describe the sea as a charcoal pelt...your descriptors in this are absolutely on point! and as such you put your sentiment across so well, and with great personalisation... I love the sea...but its vastness, its weight scares the bejeesus out of me

Oh that is scary, drowning in the ocean or in love are two scary prospects. When I was a kid I had a terrible fear of being trapped in a car that was sinking in the river. To a point I still have that fear, not sure where it came from but that's what I think of when drowning.

Very stark and vivid phrasing here, and the sea seems more than just water, a malevolent, living force--or maybe just an uncaring one. I also would rather stand on the shore and look at the waves than be anywhere near the ocean deeps. Who knows what's down there?